Lyrics:
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
on they post like a whole snake
Trust me we all know a few cause they close by
But you ain't trying to call him out cause he your close guy
Was never taught
realistic real stars are
Maybe if you don't wish and greet you'll actually see the fake ones from afar
What good does it do but to realize your true inner
bed, only to stay in bed
The circle of life, how it all comes to being said
Okay if you listen up closely
You should get what Sleepyhead means
Okay, it
(life is all fucked up man 'cause
of the way they got us livin)
You can look and tell I'z if dey d'ere. (ain't nobody give this
live, it's hard to judge it
Who gon' build with you
Follow my steps if you wanna be a real nigga
In case you wonder what it's like to be a real nigga
but they really look like Rayman
Shots fired
Make you praise dance
I get on a beat and stomp like Kirk Franklin
So come swing low by me, sweet chariot
I do this shit for whoever
You showing me real and you keeping it G then we grinding together
My niggas savage gone ride to the end
And I promise you
And by the way, I see right through it
I let you slide now 'cause I know you not used to it
If this is the way it is, don't even put me through it
I'm
rent money due
Fucking with you (uh, look)
You owe me more than that, you actin' like I owe you
If that's the case, you owe too (ah)
We been
the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood
you feel like you close
Then off your ass with a lyrical bullet straight to the dome
Leaving faces like Kennedy, the epitome of this rap shit
If you
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
and make it dirty everywhere you go?
No, I stick pretty close to the bars.
You know you people all look... bars?
We have a lot of bars here
Ysure do.
close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggas ballin' to let these bitch niggas beat me
Black, you's
on me look everyone look
30 shots that's everyone cooked
Akh in the bag, you better not look
Close them eyes (close it, close it)
Stolen ride
're controlled by your bitch tryna cancel you
Shawty guiding you guiding you
That's what they should all try to do (Where the real ones at?)
Where the real ones
a flash
Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask
I even went by the book at first
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst
So I
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this
of self doubt
When I was stuck in a slump
Who could I trust to help now?
But now they look to me for advice
As if I'm no longer the one
That's never
I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
on the floor
I'm a get you riding low
Eyes riding low
Surrounded by this smoke
Glass of jack & coke
And this is what I wrote
Look around me it's real
My homies
Yeah, you look pretty in real life
And your body shaped like a bottle
Tryna see what that feel like
I know you ain't use to nobody
Making you feel
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